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Jul 2018
Blowing with no destination no home
Going where many have gone
Singing with the creature of the night
Whispering in the tree's
Buzzing with the bee's
Slowly softly touching the end
Rising and destroying everything in my path
With no awareness of what I have done
If I were the wind
My life would find peace
Only
If
I were the wind
John Yuri Yasmirakov
Written by
John Yuri Yasmirakov  122/M/Everywhere but nowhere
(122/M/Everywhere but nowhere)   
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